Groin - 40 Grit

Pin drop, falling of still.

Breach is over and over.

Head over heels.

New low rides on me without a sound.

No love — her nothing, hear nothing, nothing.

I’ll never, ever need you.

Forever, never, good-bye.

Say good-bye through the eyes.

No words I hear alive in the good lie.

From me to you (Repeat)

I blew the chance of foregiveness

Volatile.

Freedoms dance — mystical.

No love — Can’t penetrate here small space.

New low.

I wish you’d get out of my face.

Call it something …